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Lost in the Wash
03:20
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Patrick street on a Saturday night
there’s such a glow
And you should know
Some bit better than me
Down the Quays
In a bookshop near North Main Street
If the vibe is right
That’s where you and I should meet
But I’m Lost in the Wash
it’s these places I should be
And if you are in the Kino
Maybe you should come and see
From the Friary
The moonlight skimming off the Lee
From the Gallery
My handlebars could be your sear
South Main’s Plain
Porter drops in endless waves
Tonight I’ll sway
I don’t mind missing out on Sunday
But I’m Lost in the Wash
it’s these places I should be
And if you are in the Kino
Maybe you should come and see
But I’m Lost in the Wash
it’s these places I should be
And if you are in the Kino
Maybe you should come and see
All these places I should be
These places I should be
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Shotgun
A taxi to our lovely city
Carnival
The lights that shine are “Oh, so pretty”
Lightweight
Your brother’s cans have changed you to a clown
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
Have a drag
Just take care of what you’re smoking
La-di-da
The leaders of the school have spoken
Euphoria
The waltzers spinning colours all around
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
Underage
The barman has an awful stutter
What did he say?
It’s too late now I’m in the gutter
The city streets ablaze
Or maybe you were only coming down
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
Hi-Vis
He caught you by you’re brand new jumper
Run from him
With a fake name and a made up number
There it is
Your brother’s cans have found their way back out
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
You’ll have to find your own way back from town
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A Singing Moon
03:55
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All I want is a setting sun
All I want is a setting sun
I want this day to just be done
I want this day to just be done
All I need is a singing moon
All I need is a singing moon
So I can sit in my sitting room
So I can sit in my sitting room
Here in Australia
The sun, the moon and the stars
No matter who you are
Will always be that bit too far
All I want is a ticket home
All I want is a ticket home
You sound so different over the phone
You sound so different over the phone
All I need is an evergreen
All I need is an evergreen
‘Cause I’m so sick of this city scene
‘Cause I’m so sick of this city scene
Here in New York
The snow, the moon and the stars
No matter who you are
Will always be that bit too far
All I need is a singing moon
All I need is a singing moon
So I can sit in my sitting room
So I can sit in my sitting room
All I want is a setting sun
All I want is a setting sun
I want this day to just be done
I want this day to just be done
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There are Oaklawn’s notebooks
That are full of future houses
Of industry and business parks
A future in a piggy bank
And a waterbed
And a lava lamp
With nothing to do
And nothing to ask for
All I need is time
All I need is time
Tell me we’ll be fine
‘Cause all I need is time
Flowers and a postcard
With a Bilbaon dancing weather girl
A poster of Metropolis
A place we both know could exist
On the wall of a friend
Buried in an Avalanche
With nothing to do
And nothing to ask for
All I need is time
All I need is time
Tell me we’ll be fine
‘Cause all I need is time
All I need is time
All I need is time
Tell me we’ll be fine
‘Cause all I need is time
There’s a bell I want to ring
Will I bring you anything?
There’s a bell I want to ring
Will I bring you anything?
There’s a bell I want to ring
Will I bring you anything?
There’s a bell I want to ring
Will I bring you anything?
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The Top Road Band
03:22
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Hold on a moment
Holy Lizard Christ
I hear a knocking
Let me inside
And They’ll have healing powers yet
The Top Road Band they start the set
The Sinners sinning skin to skin
From Violence to Violins
They’ll have healing powers yet
The Top Road Band they start the set
From Violence to Violins
The Sinners sinning skin to skin
Gone over the valley
Hell’s own spectral sound
Who will be taken
Hellward now be bound
And They’ll have healing powers yet
The Top Road Band they start the set
The Sinners sinning skin to skin
From Violence to Violins
They’ll have healing powers yet
The Top Road Band they start the set
From Violence to Violins
The Sinners sinning skin to skin
Died with a whisper
God what have we done?
Fire burned to embers
The band keep playing on
And They’ll have healing powers yet
The Top Road Band they start the set
The Sinners sinning skin to skin
From Violence to Violins
They’ll have healing powers yet
The Top Road Band they start the set
From Violence to Violins
The Sinners sinning skin to skin
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Leevy Cork, Ireland
The songs and music of Gaeltacht reared artist Amhlaoibh McSweeney.
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